Balls Deep

For twenty minutes, Miss Curtis calmly and contentedly fucks my throat, pumping herself into me. My mouth stretches to accommodate her cock and my throat conforms to her shape. When she finally starts to pulse, Miss Curtis doesn't slow up.

Edging herself for several minutes more, Miss Curtis continues to use me without hesitation. Fingers pressed firm against my head, she controls my movements expertly, almost casually jerking off with my mouth as if I'm merely a flesh-light.

Her fingers slide from my scalp to my hair, pulling firmly as her pulsing becomes unbearable. She pulls my mouth up her cock until only the crown remains, looking down at me. As I maintain eye contact, she pulls me down on her cock slowly.

“Such a good faggot,” Miss Curtis purrs in contentment as she pulls my mouth down her length until my lips are touching her balls, almost kissing them. My throat swells palpably with every pulse of her cock inside it, as Miss Curtis steadies me.

“Swallow, fag,” she orders, as the first thick pulse of cum pumps into my throat. I swallow immediately around her, using my tongue to cradle the underside of her base. She pulls my hair just enough to keep my mouth pressed where she wants.

“You have a fantastic faggot, Misses Grennan,” Miss Curtis commends my mother, as Mom returns to lean against the wall and watch. I moan softly on my English teacher's cock as she continues to pump cum into my throat as I swallow for her.

“Thank you, Miss Curtis,” Mom replies, looking down, “Is he milking your cock as a faggot should?” Miss Curtis nods while maintaining eye contact with me, and Mom offers a hum of approval. I continue to suck, swallowing every pulse from her.

When the pulsing stops, Miss Curtis slowly withdraws her cock from my throat and mouth. I breathe in automatically and instinctively, as it vacates my throat. My lungs fill with the scent of Miss Curtis' musk as she looks down on me and smiles.

“Good, faggot. Put it away, now,” she orders. My hands lift, and I kiss her cock, licking lovingly before sliding Miss Curtis' boxer-briefs back over her prick. I tug her pants up, carefully buttoning and zipping, then kissing the swell submissively.

“Good boy, fag,” Miss Curtis praises, before stepping back and turning her attention to my mother, “Thank you for the tip, Misses Grennan. I don't think I've ever gotten such a good tip, and as this was my last delivery, I can head home satisfied.”

“My pleasure, Miss Curtis. You were his favourite teacher, only fair you get to use him,” Mom replies. Miss Curtis nods and then turns, returning to her car and driving off as Mom closes the door. Mom looks down at me, and points at the kitchen.

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